Uh, someone called the cops on him Someone told his pops on him He was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him Tucked, tucked in his socks’ corner Chucks, chucks and the Charlotte Hornet Cap, when he flowed then they all surprised on him Yes, he's a fugee but he go all Nas on ‘em Well, can’t go pras on ‘em And he got that crossover But he from the streets you don’t cross over Hut, hut to the block soldiers Buck, buck to the cop vultures Nope, no I don’t know pilots Nigga I know pirates Violence the islands Shout out to my idrens Put your hands up like it’s a mother fuckin’ siren
[Chorus] Well, I paid all my dues Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Shone a million shoes Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah ‘Cause when you got nothing left Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah You got nothing to lose Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I used to stand on Vernon and ten Burnin’ a spliff burner on hip Wishing to flip a bird, yac burning my chest Black certainly I’m dressed Strictly that army shit Finish my shift Pack gone before the dawn hit Anything I could earn on the strip Turn it and flip Watching my back Cooking the pot Making it stretch Discussing with’ my clique Should we duct tape the connect It’s rough and K’naan knows He had the same woes I’m voicing my opinions I forgot y’all was there I ain’t know y’all was still listenin’ Be honest I ain’t care Y’all don’t get my innuendos my interests Y’all on some simple shit Thinking I’m preachy Yeah my church is the world Christians sip a cup of this holy water Stuck at this phony border It’s custom to enter the main stream You must front and record A poorer oratory Your life story corny Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be We fam'
Remember when niggas said Nas was Somalian Baseball caps had the tags, like a yardie and It was written just came out, I was gnarly then Niggas dreaded seein’ me like a Rastafarian We didn’t know the dress code though we was bargainers The knock off Filas, with the pumps and cheap cardigans Niggas looked corny I admit, we was foreigners But this corny kid, quick to send you to the coroners Y’all know my war story, I won’t repeat it It’s just injury, my victory’s undefeated Thought you knew me well, go back and delete it I’m in every joint this year, Orthopedic And yes the AK’s are instruments we do drum ‘em I’m somewhere between killa and king Solomon And the shades take half the face we over stun ‘em And treat obstacles like ass we overcome ‘em Man, they really made me do this I was peaceful like a Buddhist But then niggas came and screwed it up like Judas Now I’m suited up with Lugers Rugers suddenly intruders Turn around like hoola hoopers Fucking losers
This one’s for the world This one’s for your girl This one’s for your mama This one’s for your nana